#ray bro i love you but make a choice man

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My message to ray in this episode

[thewayuarent]

Clothes in Only Friends

And how it let us know everything we need about Ray’s choice

God, do I love costume department working on Only Friends. There is so, so many fun and interesting things to notice - “talking” t-shirts (especially Boston’s), and Sand with yellow, and how TopMew started as “striped” couple - but one is vertical and the other is horizontal (is it about them being misreading each other? or is it about them crossing each other’s lives? idk), how Boeing appeared and we immediately see TopMew vibes all over him. How we can easily indicate each character individual style.

But my favorite thing is how the series uses style shifting to show what’s going on with characters without telling it out loud.

We have Nick, who was so obsessed in his jealousy, that he started to copy man he knew Boston was interested in. We see him coming back in terms with Boston, but we also see him learning to accept himself again - the way his style got back to his usual one, with green and blue colors and more boyish vibes. He’s not the same, because his experience changed him, but he is who he is, not a shadow of someone else.

We have Mew, who adapted Ray’s style and behavior because he was hurt, and he chooses to numb his pain, and he gets to the only person he thinks can help him with that. He’s coming back to his senses by the end of episode nine, but he’s still very Ray-coded, because he still didn’t figure out who he is or what he wants and he’s in the middle of his journey (I’m so waiting to see how it will turn out).

And we have Ray, and his example is so fascinating. Because if you look at Ray’s choices of clothing in episodes 8 and 9, you can actually predict everything happens. (I will exclude scenes from university cause, well, uniform)

His style screams Sand most part of the time, but it’s absolutely not about him wanting to adapt Sand’s life or look. It’s about him choosing Sand since the very beginning of his and Mew situationship. Because while Ray needs his time to realize everything about him and Mew and him and Sand, we know he already subconsciously made his choice. As well as we know Ray and Mew will never work out way before they are ready to admit it.

The talk. There a lot of things were said out loud for the first time in this scene that are every important. But this is also about what was shown to us - that the first time we see Ray and Mew as a “couple” is also the first time Ray chooses to wear something Sand-coded. Specifically something very similar to what Sand picked for him.

And there is something about Ray saying “I’m so happy when I’m with you” (can he hear himself? no, but really, it’s been two weeks and I’m still like, bro, for real?) while he stays here, wearing this shirt that looks like the one he wears at the night they were happy, and the night their relationship was damaged hard.

The bookshop. Here we see Ray way closer to his usual style, but not exactly. Ray is always extravagant, and attention grabbing, and using patterns, and lip gloss, and he is just that kind of person. But here he’s quiet. And monochrome. No make up, not patterns, no usual brightness. Mew looks more like Ray than Ray himself.

And this is indicating why their relationship with Mew is wrong - Ray is not fully himself, he adapts in a way Mew never asked him, actually, but he knows makes his presence more tolerable. He seems like himself, sure, but he doesn’t feels like himself.

The party. I made a post about is already - it’s just great example of Mew and Ray thinking they are on the same page while they are actually not even from the same book.

It’s all about toxicity, and pain, and dragging each other down instead of helping each other to stand.

The fight. This is my absolute favorite one. Because this whole conversation - absolutely unhealthy and terrible it is - is actually both of them realizing they will never work out.

And they try so, so hard. And I believe it’s really frustrating for both of them to accept they failed. And of course instead of talking it out they blames each other, and hurt each other. And of course they will manage thing well later - but this is their breaking point, right here.

And of course Ray, who is attentive enough to recognize Mew’s feelings for Top has no fucking idea about him spending this whole time with Sand written all over him. While Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone including my grandma knows - he himself is just not ready to allow himself to admit it.

The river. So, this scene, as well as next one, Ray wears not just Sand-coded clothes, but actual Sand’s clothes. But there is a difference.

Because this is the scene where Ray finally admits his feelings - but he’s able to do it only after Sand admits his. Because Ray is incredibly insecure, and incredibly drowned in self-hatred, because Ray always reaches towards people who give him attention and love. Because he can’t allow himself to go for such risk without assurance.

And he’s sitting here with Sand, and Sand is in bright blue color, while Ray is in his t-shirt, but dark, and black, and with “You Only Live Once” and he’s admitting - to Sand and himself - his feelings, but he doesn’t admit to himself that he’s already made his choice until the very next scene.

The choice. And they are sitting again, and that’s only two of them again, and Ray wears Sand’s t-shirt again, and this is very different.

Because this is not just occasional t-shirt. This is the one we saw Sand wears. This is the one that was on him the very same day Ray made an attempt to move on from Mew. The very same day Ray said “I want to know you better”, the very same day he invited himself in Sand’s life. The day they were probably very happy, even if way far from well communicated, the day that could become an indication of something new for them.

And he wears this t-shirt when he says something cheesy about “I will handle everything while I have you” and “Let me be the part of your dream” - the very same dream Sand told him about the very same day.

And it’s just painfully obvious that there is nothing about Mew on the picture anymore. Sand told him “I won’t wait for you” and Ray was like “You don’t need to, I’m already here”. Oh they’ll fuck it up so hard, won’t they?

The comeback. And like that, Ray’s style is back. Because Ray’s clothes don’t tell us story about trying to be someone else, but a story about wanting someone else.

And when he and Mew have this beautiful adult healthy conversation that I love the most we know that Ray is already accepted his choice - the one that Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone in this world actually kind of knows. And this is how we know that this painful arc of Ray and Mew being toxic disaster is finally over even before they say anything out loud. Just because Ray wears his style again.

[staytinyville]

Hongjoong

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↣ Summary: God created man in his image. He gave man a partner so as to not be lonely. When the evil sin of temptation comes to ruin the very being of you, you look towards Hongjoong for resilience. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x gn!Reader 

↣ Genre: Smut (M), romance

↣ AU/Trope info: Adam and Eve!au, non-idol!au, 

↣ Word Count: 2.1k

↣ Warnings: The discovering of sex so they really like in the unknown, unprotected sex (we don’t do that here), mutual masterbation, creampie, breeding kink, you’re a bimbo bro because we high off love, sorta religious backstory, incorrect religious stories

↣ A/N: This is very inaccurate. Honestly I forgot about Hades and Persephone type stories but I have that in another imagine here (Guess which one). Also this AU sounds kind of cool. But it’s my rendition of the lovers card. We love this card! It brings us emotional joy.

THE LOVERS

Love, Harmony, Relationships, Value Alignments, Choices

This card is a card that goes deeper into one’s life between them and another being. It reaches into the depths of the heart to tell you that your emotions have reached full peak together. It can be a new romance, new partnership, or even a new budding relationship with a friend. This card is meant to tell you that where you are going with someone is where you’re meant to go.

This is a card that lets you enter your being to make the choices you want with yourself or others. It’s not just about a relationship with someone else but also with your own emotions. You can be honest and open with someone else, as well as yourself.

Ultimately this card is meant to signify the choice you have with your mental/spiritual side. You are someone who trusts and who falls. Because of this you have to understand where it is you want to go. 

VI THE LOVERS

Then the God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner."

You closed your eyes as the breeze brushed past your skin. You took in the sun’s rays that kissed your skin, feeling its warmth heat your body. As your eyes opened back up, you saw brightly colored fruits covering the floor in a bush. Kneeling down, you softly picked one before bringing it to your lips. 

The juices seemed to fall down past your lips, causing you to lick at it before it dropped further down your skin. Because you had been so entranced with the taste of the fruit, you hadn’t noticed the only other person walking up to you. 

“Hello.” You turned around, eyes sparkling at the sight of the handsome man.

His hair was pink and looked like it needed to be brushed. Locks of it fell in front of his eyes and it made you want to reach out to move it away. It had been swished to the back, like he had been moving his hands through it. He was ethereal to you–like you were seeing the creator yourself. 

“Hello.” You smiled brightly, coming to a stand. “Would you like some?” You asked him, holding out some of the strawberries you had in your palms. 

He looked at the fruit in wonder before reaching out to take one for himself. “Thank you.” He told you politely, bring it up to his lips. 

You watched his lips wrap around the fruit, making you lick your own when the juices spilled out. You tilted your head to the side as a new feeling seemed to overcome your body. It wasn’t an unappreciated feeling, but it did leave you wanting to explore it more.  

“What are they?” He suddenly asked you.

You looked down to the berries in your hand. “I called them strawberries. They are very delicious.” You giggled. 

“You're very handsome.” You told him honestly, moving closer as you circled him. 

“Thank you.” He answered, turning around to follow your movements. “You're very beautiful.” He told you, reaching a hand out to grab onto yours.

Your fingers intertwined with his, making you squeeze them. When your body began to heat up, your breath seemed to get caught in your throat as you subconsciously grew closer to him.  

“How long have you been here?” He hummed. 

“I don't know.” You spoke up. “I woke up under the Apple tree.” You told him, turning your head to look at the large tree growing in the middle of the garden. 

“You didn't eat from it, did you?” You snapped your head to look at him, watching as his eyebrows were pulled together. 

“No.” You shook your head. 

“Please don't.” He told you.

“Why?” You asked in curiosity.

“I just need you to trust me.” 

The way he spoke to you made you feel light-headed. You wanted to do everything he told you because that was what your body told you to. This man was the person you were destined to be with and you were not about to go against his wishes. Everything about him called to you

“Okay.” You smiled softly.

And the man and his partner were both naked, and were not ashamed.

One day, while Hongjoong tended to the animals, you had spent the time under the shade of the apple tree. You were appreciating the smell that it brought–tempting you, almost. But every time you would think about an apple, you would be reminded of what Hongjoong had told you. 

You were going to honor his word, because his word was what brought you joy. It made your insides flutter and want to please him in any way you could think of. You began to think about him in a different way, that had you missing him.. Your thighs rubbed together, hands clenching at the grass beside you. 

However, your eyes quickly snapped open when something called out your name. 

“(Y/N).” The voice slithered closer to you.

Turning your head in suspicion, you watched as a snake made its way closer to where you laid. You sat up quickly, glaring at the animal. “You talk?” You questioned it.

“Yes, I'm one of the creations who can.” It raised its head, speaking your tongue. 

“The other animals can't though.” You told it.

“Because I am special.” It continued. 

“If you say so.” You shrugged, going back to looking at the garden blew with the breeze that passed. 

“Why don't you try this?” You turned back to the animal, watching as it brought an apple forward with its tail.

“An apple?” You raised to your knees, frowning at the fruit. “Where did you get it from?” You quickly looked up to the tree, counting all the fruit that were there. 

“I got it from the tree you woke up under.” It explained to you. 

“Hongjoong told me not to eat from it.” You shook your head. 

“What he doesn't know won't hurt him.”

You glared down at the snake, shaking your head as you began to feel uneasy with it. 

“But it will hurt me.” You shook your head. “I love him. I can't disappoint him. No, thank you, Mr. Snake.”

“It's alright!” It persisted, shoving the apple closer to you. “Truly! I'll take your worries from you.”

“No. I'm okay.” You pulled back, starting to get upset with the way the snake was forcing you.

“Just a bite.” It pushed the apple into your face, making you swat at it.

“You're being very persistent and I'm not liking it.” You frowned, coming to a stand.

“Eat it!” The snake hissed loudly.

“She said no.” Hongjoong stepped on the snake's body, stomping it into the ground.

The animal hissed, moving to try and bite at Hongjoong, but the man was quick to grab it by the neck. “You better go home before he comes down.” With that, he quickly threw the snake across the garden, far away from the both of you. 

You looked at him with wide eyes as you took in his rough look. It made your body heat up from how angry he looked. The blush began to settle over your entire figure, making you squirm. When Hongjoong turned to look at you, his features softened, reaching out for you.

“You trusted me.” He breathed, forehead placed against yours. 

“I love you to the heavens.” You smiled at him. “I will always trust what you tell me.”

“My love.” He breathed out before closing the gap between your lips. 

Your chest quickly pressed against his, hands moving to wrap themselves around his shoulders. His own moved down to your hips, pulling you tightly against him. His fingers gripped onto your fat, grunting as his cock seemed to brush against your leg. 

He pulled back from you, looking down at his length that seemed to have blood rushing towards. You looked down as well, tilting your head at the appendage that was slowly rising up. You became curious over it, reaching out to touch it. 

When Hongjoong hissed and dropped his head back, you quickly pulled back in worry. “Joong?” You asked him softly. 

“That felt really good.” He panted, taking a hold of your hand again to place it back on him. “Please don’t stop.”

You watched as your hand seemed to begin to move on its own, biting your lip from the noises Hongjoong was making from the stimulation. Your legs twitched, grinding together as you started to feel something between them. 

When Hongjoong opened his eyes to look down, he took notice of how you were rubbing your own legs together, so he thought it would be best to do what you were doing to him. The moment his fingers made contact with your heat, your hands faltered on Hongjoong’s length as you gasped out. 

“Hongjoong.” You moaned, hips stuttering against his hand.

“Does it feel good?” He whispered into your ear. “I want to make you feel just as good as I do.”

You nearly fell if it wasn’t for Hongjoong holding onto you as you did. His hand had moved from your core, making you whine. As you got back up, your hand began to move along him again, just as his own fingers began to feel you up. They probed at your entrance, just barely causing you to shift your hips to take him further in. 

You moved back to kiss Hongjoong again, tongue swiping against his from how his mouth hung open. He moaned against you, hips moving on their own. Your eyes went wide as a ball began to form at the bottom of your stomach. You wanted to push him away from it, but something was telling you to let it explode. 

And when it did, you nearly fell onto your knees. Your thighs clenched Hongjoong’s hand tightly between them, hand still moving along his length. Just as your orgasm was finishing, Hongjoong’s hit him full force, the man letting out almost a roar as he seemed to fall to the pleasure coursing through him. 

His seed was white as it covered your lower body. You looked up at him as he tried to calm down. As he was trying to hold himself together, you took some of his cum with your fingers and moved to lick them clean. 

“My love, you are truly perfect.” He sucked in a breath as he watched you eat his seed. 

Hongjoong softly placed you onto the ground, laying you down onto your back. He crawled over your body to give you kisses again, feeling his cock slap between your legs as the heat seeped out from the both of you. Without realizing it, he began to thrust his hips between your legs, moaning from the pleasure. 

“It feels so good.” He breathed out. 

“Hongjoong.” You whined, lips pouting.

You began to gasp out, moving your own hips up in tandem with his. When the tip of his cock seemed to get caught at your entrance, making you gasped out loud. There was something primal about the whole thing. Something you both somehow knew was supposed to happen between the two of you. There were thoughts that neither of you seemed to have before until that moment. 

“Please, let me breed you.” He shut his eyes tightly, forehead pressed to yours. “Let’s do what the creator has asked of us. I want to feel that primal want with you. Please feel it with me.”

“Make me yours, Hongjoong. Make love to me.” You panted against his lips. 

“Only you and me.” He breathed out, pecking your lips. “We’ll be the lovers.”

With that, he pushed the tip into your entrance. You cried out as he slipped in easily, pushing his hips forward until he couldn’t anymore. The pleasure you felt the moment he has settled himself inside you was immense. You swore the swelling in your stomach had returned and popped at that moment. 

When you raised your hips to meet his, Hongjoong cried out, quickly trying to keep you on the ground. He moved back and forth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he couldn’t stop himself from moving faster. 

Your body moved back and forth along the soft grass, your gasps coming out quickly. Your throat began to dry out, and your fingers picked at the grass as it was clenched between your fingers. The longer he went on, the closer it seemed that you were going to pass out from the pleasure racking through your body. 

Hongjoong began to stutter, whines coming out from his lips as he sounded like he was about to cry. Tears were already spilling from your own eyes as your walls started to clench around his cock. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Hongjoong cried out, hips hitting your pelvis at a bruising pace. “You feel so good.”

The ball snapped inside you, stars dancing in your vision as you started to silently scream. The way your walls kept Hongjoong deep inside you, he wasn’t able to move out anymore, which led to him letting go of his seed inside you. 

He came with another loud yell, legs shaking from the orgasm racking his body. He could feel the warmth of his seed flood inside of you and wrap around him. As your legs seemed to go limp, he finally felt you unclench around him, allowing him to move out of you. As he did, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the white of his seed spilling out from you.

When he looked up at your face, he could see your eyes had closed and your breathing was trying to return to normal. His hand moved to rub at your forehead, thumb dragging down your cheek. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the smile you gave him made his entire being melting into a puddle. 

“Thank you for loving me.”

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[invisibleraven]

"You know, (character) reminds me of you a lot" || "Because they're boring?" || "I was going to say because they're a wonderful person"

ship of choice?

Ray loved learning every little thing about Rose. How she liked her coffee to be more cream and sugar than jaca. How she hogged the blankets but generated enough heat that she flung them off her halfway through the night. How she could bench more than him but never demonstrated it unless gym bros couldn't take a hint.

And how she absolutely loved telenovellas.

Rose ate up every show she could find, loving the wacky plot twists even if she guessed them weeks in advance. Loved the dramatic characters and all their foibles. And she got Ray o-maybe not love them-but appreciate them too.

"Wait...wasn't Drake a brain surgeon last week?" Ray asked as they watched Rose's favourite hospital themed show.

"He's multi-faceted," Rose replied.

"I don't think that's how it works mi vida," Ray snarked, pulling her scowl in and erasing it with a kiss. "But I love your optimism."

"Sssh, I think Celeste is going to finally get with Stefano," Rose said, shushing him. But then she looked from Ray to the screen. "You know, Stefano reminds me of you a lot."

Ray snorted at that. Stefano on the show was a decent guy, albeit not very exciting with his accountant job, his love of books, and milquetoast personality. He himself wasn't all that exciting given he did photo shoots for real estate agents, enjoyed evening walks, and preferred staying home to the rock shows Rose adored. "Because they're boring?"

Rose shook her head, framing his face in her hands. "I was going to say because they're a wonderful person."

"Stefano?" Really?"

"Really," Rose said, "He's kind, faithful, and completely devoted to Celeste. Makes her laugh and feel loved more than any of her other partners ever did. He's a good guy and I think she feels lucky every day that she met him."

Ray noted how Rose's gaze never left his, and he knew her words were describing him, not the man gracing their television screen. "Celeste is pretty great too."

"Thanks," she said, giving an exaggerated hair flip. "And oh so humble you know."

"I know," Ray said, pulling Rose further into his arms. "I think they're pretty great together."

"Me too," Rose stated, leaning back, and kissing the hinge of huis jaw.

"But I'm way cuter than Stefano right?" Ray asked jokingly.

Rose laughed at that-not unkindly, but full of mirth. "And you call me humble?" She snorted through another laugh before nuzzling his throat. "You know you're the cutest."

"You're pretty cute too," he whispered into her curls. "And wonderful."

"Well yes," Rose replied, a haughty tone to her voice. "Everyone knows that."

"You think so?" Ray asked. "I think we should totally take out ads or something."

"Oh hush you," Rose said. "Let me enjoy my stories."

Ray grinned, relaxing further into the couch as the drama played out on the screen-with Celeste and Stefano sharing a steamy, fade to black kiss. Good on them-and Ray hoped that even though they were fictional characters, they ended up with a happy ending just like he had wrapped up in his arms.

A love story that was anything but boring.

[itsmelb]

Ep 8 only friends the series

1/4

well that went downhill fast. Not P Yo and her BF breaking up. Also Sand and Ray. No 🥲 "I feel happy when I am with u" Ray u suck really. Man. Then be with him u idiot 🙄

Mew makes his choices. He isn't a good boy anymore. Reputation era indeed. Never mess with a heartbroken person. That TopMew scene 💔

2/4

Sand saying no to Ray is good its really good. (I can't with Ray's puppy eyes omg)

Top X Cheum is a pair I didn't see coming! But well give it to me!

Nick and the cutie I am HERE FOR IT!! (After ep/preview: Daddy?? Oohhhooo)

Boston is here. And I yelled well hello asshole haha.

RayMew is...well complicated. Ray wants Mew but Mew just wants Party and forget Top. That flashback 😭💔 ah shit there are the drugs. But shit Mew in that Harley costume omg. Slay bitch haha.

Urg aaaaaah. Outch that Kiss my fucking god. 💔😭 Well shit Mew. Omg. That smirk of Book. Oh god oh fucking god..I am so dead.

Also Cheum 🥹❤️

3/4

NickSand friendship. I love!!! 💜

Boston Nick. I...cringe 😭 Boston and Cheums Bro omg. Shit will go down aaah.

Omg I love u Sand! That words hit quite right! Love that sm for him!!! Not his second!!! Ray u..

Mew wtf. Oh god TopMew 🥹🥹🥹 I am crying now ok. Yes!! Why are u such an asshole Top? Omg they love eo don't tell me otherwise omg. The head on his shoulder 😭😭😭😭

Now the police is coming. Well shit.

4/4

Sand oh my god. Shit. He ran so fast haha.

Top for the rescue. Throw the money haha.🤑💸

Oh Cheum 😭😭😭 oh man I feel so sorry for her. That speech was so 👌

TOPMEW rise!! Yes!! That's so sweet 🥹🥹 Top u are an ass but you changed for him. I can't with them. I love my forcebook 😭😭

I yelled don't do it Boston pls. And he did it either way. My god. U suck Boston..

Ep9 preview

So Sand and Ray next ep? Okeeeey..also Top and Mew kinda reconnect? Also Nick slay!!! Have fun. And Boston.. urg I wanna slap u 🙄

Conclusion:

They all slayed so hard. My god. 😭😭💔💔❤️❤️

Khaotung in that scene. Well shit. They are all so fucking good in this series. It traumatises me haha

I need therapy after this 🤣😎🥲

[tezzbot]

now I'm curious, what other opinions abt the dub do you have 👀👀👀 me and my friends think karamatsu sounds like markiplier

RAY CHASE BESTIE I AM SO SORRY but no youre rightJKGHFJGH

THIS GOT LONG IM PUTTING A READMORE

i do actually really really like Ray Chase as kara but the way that Nakamura pitches his voice down for him and then when something karamatsu isnt like. prepared for or whatever happens he goes back up into his regular vocal range or sometimes a bit higher really adds to karamatsu's whole. everything HJGKHFJGH LIKE his whole identity pretty much IS performance so even his voice being part of his front is so fun to me, Ray Chase's voice feels so naturally deep and smooth that its like. his voice is Too Cool for kara yknow like his voice being Actually cool? karamatsu fucking wishes JHKGJFGHD BUT i do think he is one of the better choices that the casting directors made compared to the rest of the brothers

(AGAIN NOT SHITTING ON THESE EXTREMELY PROLIFIC AND TALENTED VA'S this is just my opinion of them as the ososan characters)

like i said before i have Absolutely zero qualms with Max Mittelman as Totty literally thats a match made in heaven I think he was perfect for the role n absolutely killed it hes so funny and from what ive seen the writers actually gave him so many good lines big ups for todo likers

Kyle McCarley as Ichimatsu i honestly havent seen much of his performance but god did he put is whole pussy into the one episode where he INSISTS they have to respect each other, hes honestly really really good at maintaining the monotone voice while also conveying a lot of emotion through his voice its pretty impressive that he can do the yellingscreaming while keeping that up, Fukuyama Jun's like. jump from monotone to YEEEAAGHHK when ichimatsu is At His Limit is really really funny so i think that these two are pretty much on par with each other while putting their own spin on how the character . i dont know. expresses himself i guess. poggers :thumbs up emoji i cant use cus im typing on desktop:

in a ranking id prob put Ray's kara here but i already did him so. just. in case u wanted to know this is where he goes to me lmfao hes pretty on par with Kyle's ichimatsu to me tbh

Billy Kametz as Osomatsu honestly worked pretty well osomatsu is the most some guy ever and when u listen its like. a little over the top(obv bc its an anime dub) but its definitely a voice youd hear and go yeah ive probably walked past someone what talks like that, again Great delivery on some lines, he does sound a lot less SillyGoofy #girl... frat bro vibes in there tbh But i mean if he was american i guess he kinda would be huh GHJFGHDF he kinda lost how cheeky he sounds in jp also like there are moments but for the most part :( also the way they wrote him (again i havent seen much but from what i Have seen) he doesnt have the same I Love My Little Brothers energy idk how to describe it they all feel like they hate each other more rghjbhjgh

Sean Chiplock ouygugh im so sorry king but also not it for Choromatsu...... casting directors, voice directors, whoever else is involved in the process, if youre gonna cast around your initial reactions to how the characters are why doesnt he sound like a fuckin nerd!!! i get that hes initally played as a Straight Man but you didnt have to Just Some Dude him make him sound like the loser he is!! even like a little nasally! i also think he sounds a little too much like Billy's Osomatsu, (which again not the va's faults i feel its a voice direction issue) when they talk at the same time its kinda hard to tell em apart which might be on me for not watching enough and getting used to it but... sorrie... no from me

Michael Sinterniklaas i have so much repect for you but.... i already said in that other post, the voice they okayed..... everything he was made to say....... no. thats not jyushimatsu. that fuckin. companion character in some fantasy anime ass voice, his whole deal in the dub is too childish imo and i get why that was their first impression but oough his character suffers so so much for it moreso than any of the others.... they massacred my guy..... and this is absolutely not a dig at Michael, ive seen his other work hes incredibly talented, just everything they got him to do as jyushimatsu makes me take critical damage in real life my hp bar drops so so much

Also i really like Cassandra Lee Morris as Totoko but I feel like she doesnt capture the flip between teehee totoko chwwaaannn and KILL KILL KILL voices that Aya Endou manages, he voice is very cutesy, but i feel like she doesnt sound mad enough when totoko gets pissed WHERE IS YOUR ANGER? YOUR RAGE??? RISE RISE RISE RISE RI

also also Keith Silverstein as iyami is honestly really good i didnt really know what to expect but i feel like hes p spot on, idk how iyami-likers feel abt him though lol ask telly or sth HJGHJ

SORRY this got long but i probably was never gonna be happy with the dub, im not gonna get too much into the writing in the localisation but ough. it is Just a comedy show to the dub writers and i can respect that, but the show means a lot to people Because of the characters and how they clearly run deeper than they appear thats a huge part of the appeal for ososan imo and i feel like a lot was lost in the translation. But! it can be pretty funny sometimes and thats all it rlly needs to be, funny haha penis anime

im gonna try and give the dub another shot, ill do me best to grit n bear through it GHJFG

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

[romancomicsblog]

Movie Redo: Fixing Batman's Insurgency from The Snyder Cut

While I was not crying out for more Snyder content, I was surprisingly impressed with Zack Snyder's Justice League. Yes, it is a long, and a little heavy on slow motion, but it had a vision that in my opinion, make his first two movies better. I don't think I connect with it in the same ways other do, but clearly it invokes passion.

While Zack Snyder's Justice League brought closure to a lot of DC fans, it brought a want for more from a lot of others, particularly in its closing scenes involving the Knightmare.

This battle between Batman, heroes, and an evil Superman has been teased throughout Batman vs Superman and The Snyder Cut. While I don't think this will ever truly happen, I want to focus on one aspect of the film that boggled my mind, the team that Batman assembles.

Batman assembles of team of heroes and villains to fight Superman, which in theory is a lot of fun and should be a team worth rooting for. However it is made up of (mostly in hindsight) some problematic stars and questionable choices in characters, none whom I believe could actually defeat Superman.

I want to go through the DCEU and make a team of heroes and villains that I think 1) would join up with Batman 2) would be able to put up a fight against Superman and 3) would make for an interesting movie.

Stipulations for myself are no heroes introduced after The Snyder Cut, as Zack would not have had access to them. So sorry, no Blue Beetle, no Supergirl, no Black Adam. But any heroes and villains introduced before then are fair game.

I also want to generally keep the same types of characters that are on the team. Let's say two villains, two younger heroes, and two Leaguers.

First, let's look at who is staying:

Keepers

Besides Batman, I only have the one.

I think having a Justice League member who remembers what Superman was like and to have Batman's back is a great idea. While I do love the Barry and Bruce relationship in comics and other media, Ezra Miller is not a person I can stand behind nor do I want to see in more movies for a long while.

Ray Fisher was done dirty by Warner Bros and Joss Whedon. He is a fantastic actor and plays my favorite character in Zack Snyder's Justice League. Bringing him along as both muscle and tech support makes sense. And given his technology being of alien origin, he may have a chance of actually putting up a fight against Superman.

In this film, I want Cyborg to represent the hope for Humanity. He has been taken over by something terrible, like alien technology, and has overcome it. Despite everything that has happened, Cyborg still believes they can save the world, and Superman. I think it would be a nice change of pace for the character and keep him at the heart of the film.

Now let's go on to the fun ones.

The Villains

The DCEU has a surprising amount of villains to choose from when it comes to people who would join the team. While both Joker and Deathstroke are fun fan favorite characters, I think for this cast, we can do better.

While I love the idea of Joe Manganiello as Deathstroke, he doesn't seem suited for a fight with the Man of Steel.

Similarly, Jared Leto's Joker seems like a pointless nuisance at best. Having a crash wild card on the team seems fun, but wrong direction.

Let's start with the obvious pick.

Lex Luthor

If we are doing a world where Superman truly goes evil, why not get help from the man who has been saying he would the Whole Time?!

I'm not a huge fan of Jesse Eisenbergs Lex Luthor, but in the post credits scene, he had seemed to calm down quite a bit, and seemed closer to the Luthor we know and love.

I still don't know if he entirely would nail it, but having Luthor on the team adds that same level of uneasiness Joker does while adding competence.

Luthor could have a chip on his shoulder with a lot of "I told you all" energy I love. And with his strong knowledge on Superman, and maybe a mech suit, he'd be incredibly useful against Superman.

I think we missed an opportunity to further Luthor's involvement in this universe in a fun and interesting way, and he should absolutely be a part of this team.

Ocean Master

While I did love the inclusion of Mera, I did not love the inclusion of Amber Heard. Having a violent Atlantean out for blood and vengeance for Arthur's death is a fun concept. Which brought me to his brother, Orm.

My hope is in Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom, Orm comes to an understanding and love for his brother. If that were true, Superman killing his brother (and likely the world's oceans) would put him on a warpath with Orm.

I think Orm is one of those characters elevated by the actor playing him, Patrick Wilson. And given Wilson and Snyder have worked together, I think the collaboration is in order.

I think Orm is a good middle ground between Mera and Deathstroke, filling out both roles all while bringing an angry, violent energy to the team.

Heroes

While there are quite a few heroes in the DCEU, I tried to pick heroes Batman has not interacted with, or that would join his cause. Let's start with the bigger ask:

Harley Quinn

If we want to match that chaotic Joker energy, Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn is the better way to go about it. This would be reminiscent of the Injustice Games where she goes good, following Batman's lead as his second in command.

She can represent how far both she and Bruce have come, having put aside their differences, even forgiving her for the death of Robin. While I know she's not the truest hero, we only see her as a protagonist throughout her films, and I'd like to keep her that way.

While I don't think she's the most useful in a fight against Superman, I think she still adds much needed humor to the bruting team. Plus, we can give her a Kryptonite hammer and boom, she's in the fight.

I also want a character who can annoy Lex with her presence. I think those two would be at each other's throats the entire time.

And Finally:

Shazam!

If there is one thing Batman is known to do, it's recruit a kid. While we can't have the Black Adam/Superman match up the Rock so desperately wants, we can have a more competent Billy Batson on the team.

As a hero with similar powers and magic at his disposal, Shazam would be the most capable in a fight against Superman. In this version, he has lost his Shazamily, and now hones the power of all of the Council of Wizards, making him the ideal foe for Superman.

Batman not having an absolute tank on his team in the fight against Superman is insane. Shazam serves as Bruces back up plan incase they run into Superman. While he doesn't truly believe Billy can beat him, he thinks Shazam could sacrifice himself and save the others in time to come up with a true plan.

Levi can add comedy but mix in drama and sadness of his lost family. Levi's acting is often underutilized in the Shazam films, and under Snyder we may get some absolute gold.

Having a powerful Wizard, an Atlantean King, a Genius, a Motherbox enhanced Cyborg and one of the best members of the Suicide Squad on a team together led by Batman gives us not only a colorful cast of characters, but the DCEU a fighting chance against Superman.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me you can find all my socials here!

[queering-the-classics]

I Know What You Did Last Summer Book Review

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As a fan of Young Adult literature, I personally think there is a fine line when it comes to representing the "thriller" genre for Young Adult audiences. Sometimes an author tends to lean into the violence, horror, and mystery aspects of the story too much, and it loses touch with the adolescent audience it was originally meant for. This being said, Lois Duncan's I Know What You Did Last Summer is a perfect example of an author that took on this challenge and absolutely killed it (pun intended). I Know What You Did Last Summer flawlessly combined the highs and lows of teen life and relationships with the nail-biting tension and edge-of-your-seat excitement of a thriller. Her use of multiple perspectives throughout the book offered glimpses not only into the personal lives of our teen protagonists, but also several puzzle pieces and clues for the reader to put together to try to solve the mystery as well. Overall, I thought this was a fantastic book, and I guarantee you that your jaw will hit the floor when you reach the ending.  

While Duncan does a fantastic job of building suspense for the reader, I think that her novel offers some important commentary on some of the issues of everyday life for teenagers—regardless of the era. The story focuses around four main characters—Julie, Ray, Helen, and Barry—as they each try to cope with the unfortunate incident that happened the summer before while also juggling school, work, and their tense (and occasionally toxic) romantic relationships. While any reader could easily fall for the rekindling romance between Julie and Ray, I think that Duncan's depiction of the not-so-picture-perfect couple Helen and Barry not only shines a light on our own perceptions of our relationships, but also the heteronormative pressures that society places on teens from a young age.  

Now, I know what you are thinking: what does heteronormativity have to do with LGBTQ+  relationships? The answer: nearly everything. Heteronormativity is the concept that heterosexuality and straight relationships is the "norm" of sexual orientation. Not only that, but it also looks at gender as something that is binary, and that the correct sexual or marital relationship is one involving people of the opposite genders (specifically a man/male and a woman/female). The relationship between Helen and Barry could be considered the prime example of heteronormative relationships—built upon traditional ideas of masculinity and femininity. Helen is the beauty queen, the super star, the model—while she is living independently on her own, her career is based entirely on her good looks. Meanwhile, Barry is the football star, the frat bro, the golden child—he believes that a man should provide for his woman (and have as many women as he liked on the side).  

Thanks to Duncan's choice to tell I Know What You Did Last Summer from multiple perspectives (including Helen and Barry's), the reader can see just how flawed this relationship is. From Helen's point of view, Barry "loves her" and the two were "going to get married" after Barry graduated from college (Duncan, 66). However, to Barry, Helen was "a dime a dozen, and [he happened] to have a pocket full of dimes" (136). This is not to say that all heterosexual relationships between cisgendered individuals are just like Helen and Barry's. Instead, this relationship displays how societal pressures and gender norms shape the way young people look at and enter relationships. Queer individuals experience the same pressures from a young age, and without the proper education and support, they will either need to figure things out on their own, or risk falling into the same relationship dynamic as Helen and Barry.  

My Overall Rating: 9 / 10 (this is an almost perfect novel! my only critique would be how abruptly it ended— Duncan really makes you wish for one chapter more!)

Audience Age Range: 15+ Years Old (there are definitely some violent scenes and suggestive / explicit language, but nothing too heavy)

Other Recommendations: Trouble Girls by Julia Lynn Rubin & Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

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[vilsoo]

prize counter girl ☆ four

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

genre. NSFW, 18+, modern au.

chapter warnings. video call sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, dom!michael

pcg materlist • previous • chapter five

tags. @jaeeeeeeyito @xuilyie @michael_aftonslut @matchafroggy @soft-spirit-ren @inesalexandra1995 @mmkqyde @lenishotandcute @corrazon @ghostisinvis @milk-bub @yukkomi @michaelaftonhusband @mikeesz @queen-simp @m00n-drifter @akazxii @setethstuff @roody-y-a @i-am-scared-and-useless-bisexual @halparkebitch @erensslut @aftonpartner @artichoke-me-please @icekreamcakeee @astrobunny @woahhajime

No, Michael.

Don't fucking do it.

But it was already too late. As much as the guilt had already emptied his throat, Michael's urge to respond gripped his stomach like hunger for the unattainable. Warning himself to step away from this was fairly useless. He'll forever get swept under your tide that he allows himself to chase to, even if he's acutely aware of losing control.

Hell, if temptation were a person it would be you.

Michael contemplated. If you had been catering to other perverted customers over the phone, how the hell was Mike Shmidt the go-to choice? It may have felt nerve-wrecking at first, rereading that sudden text an infinite amount of times. But it also felt very vaunting to know that he was the only man lingering in the back of your mind during the training session, impatient to get off with him on a steamy video call for the first time.

But not me, though. She likes Mike Shmidt, not me...

As Michael drove home that night, he fell in distraught again. He wanted to continue supporting you with as much money for being a camgirl, he really did— regardless of befriending you at work like he's entirely oblivious of your dirty little secret. But that distraught resurges when he continues to downplay it, resulting in awkwardness around you when really he can't attain the inflamed effect you have on him.

He wanted you. Badly. You were his source of stress relief for months during his frightening nightguard shift. Aside paying you hundreds, he wanted to express his gratitude by making you feel good. You deserved it.

But he can only do that as Mike fucking Shmidt.

"Fuck," Michael cursed under his breath, his palm slamming the steering wheel. "Why did she have to work here. Why did she have to do this to me. Who is she and why does she take pleasure in ruining me?"

It was already 12 AM. Michael arrived home at 10 PM. He sunk in his bed as the nightly ambience of passing cars and crickets from his open window fill his ears. His laptop was beside him, the bright rays of his screen hitting his face. Before today, 11 PM was the only acceptable time for him to drift asleep for work. But that wouldn't be the case anymore. Oh, definitely not anymore for sure.

Michael absentmindedly lingered on his phone after he finally replied back an hour ago. As long as he doesn't have to show his face on camera, he obliged.

What will it be? Mutual masturbation then go to work the next day like nothing happened?

Isn't that what everyone does, though? Go on with their day or night after masturbating?

You sound so fucking dumb sometimes, bro. It shouldn't be that big of a deal.

The stress was building up again, haunting him with lust endowed in his restless mind. Would his first video call with you alleviate his stress? Or would it deteriorate him more? No matter what, Michael couldn't shake off that restless craving— a forbidden addiction to you, ensnaring him to seek for taunting pleasure from you but torments him.

Suddenly your video call request popped up on the screen. Startled from the spur of the moment, he sits up straight and sets the laptop on his thighs and adjusts the screen to crop his face off the camera.

Lighting's pretty decent. Being shirtless is sexier, too. Speak with a deep voice like you're kinda sleepy. Maybe she'll like that.

Michael clicks on the green button, his heart beating erratically in his chest. When the call went through and your alluring face took over his screen, his limbs froze for a moment. The twist in his stomach, the ecstasy blossoming in his brain; an inexplicable feeling of being raptured by your unfair, merciless, effortless seduction. Intimidated, yet aroused. Bashful, yet provoked. Enraged, yet passionate.

"Hi Mike. Been thinking about you after our call earlier," you muttered sweetly, the honey in your voice writhing him.

Michael's heart couldn't stop leaping. After mentally preparing some starter conversations earlier it was deemed useless. "Oh, really? What made you wanna come back to me?" he mused, trying his best to alter his tone as more flirtatious.

The camera was angled to only your body and part of your face, taking in the mesmerizing outline of your plump lips; the same, stunning angle as your videos. Your skin was glimmering with the incandescent pink neon lighting of your room, the glowing, rich atmosphere enveloping him. You were already shirtless with just your panties on. Michael can feel himself starting to grow harder, lightly grazing his bulge.

"The things you said," you continued, "I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole day I got really horny. I just had to text you tonight."

As much as he wanted to admit he felt the same way, he remembered how wary he was of your sly tantalization from today. Everything about your presence made him surrender to you; powerless against the effect you have on him it felt rather unfair. How tormenting it was of you to distract him while working. How tormenting it was for him to seize up whenever you're around, igniting his agiation like an undying fire. How tormenting it was that he had to endure his ravenous urges until you showed up in his life, pulverizing him entirely.

"I'll let you do anything you want me to do. Just tell me. As long as I get to hear it from you only," you spoke fondly.

"I'll let you do anything you want me to do."

Michael was already sent into a frenzy by your pleads. His breathing grew heavier from the rapacity, provoked from the way you're asking for it. Finally unmasking his dominant side right before you; the leading cause of his stress. But how unfortunate he could do this through a damn video call, and not where he really wanted you to be.

You show up in my life, make me feel this way, and then get away with it just like that? Oh, I don't think so.

The brunette man smirked. "Is that what you really want? Let me have my own way with you? Because I think I've earned that."

"Oh? You weren't this bold when we called for the first time earlier," you say. Michael assumed that you thought he was bluffing hence the playful chuckle you gave after; but little did you know...

"Hm. Well, I got distracted at work because of you. And now you're letting me get to decide what I want you to do. I would say be careful what you wish for, darling, but I don't want to ruin the fun. My money is going to you, after all..."

You watch in silent astonishment while Michael pulls his cock out of his sweats, already throbbing at your reaction on the call when you see it for the first time. He was already unhinged; no sign of reluctance, hesitancy, or impotence from what he's about to do with you. If only he could do this to you in person, if only.

"Do you see this cock? Right in your face. You see that precum, right? Do you see how it's dripping already?" Michael spoke softly like he was cooing you the way you coo your viewers, but the tone in his voice more ominous and minacious.

The angle he's seeing just couldn't get any better. His cock right in front of the enlarged screen, where your parted lips meets right at his tip. Michael can tell you were heavily titillated by this, hearing you sigh so faintly and unable to utter a single word.

"Take your panties off and turn around for me. On your knees, face down. Play with yourself. I wanna watch."

You obeyed and it was just precious to Michael. He began to slowly stroke himself, sighing deeply at how fucking hot the view is from what he's seeing. Your ass taking over the screen, your dominant hand reaching down to toy with your pussy. His cock stirred in his grip the more he observed. He was too aroused by this, just like you.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy. You like being a good girl for your customers, don't you?" teased Michael.

"Yes, baby," you demurred on the call, moaning slightly when you slipped your fingers in and thrusted slowly. "For you— yes."

For me?

"I can already see how wet you are. You like when I jack off to you fingering yourself?"

"Mhm... Tell me how I can make you feel good tonight."

Your gaze was fixated on Michael's dick for awhile, deep down dazed from how lengthy he was. Approximately 6 and a half inches with a slight curve, an average girth, and protruding veins. You imagined what his cock would feel like inside you, curling your fingers and thrusting faster as you were lost in your own pleasure.

"Go faster," he commanded. "I wanna see every drop of that pussy juice all over you and your fingers."

Michael's voice sent you in a bliss and he quickly caught onto that. That satisfied grin slowly stretching across your face, eyes shut in ecstasy, and the slight high-pitched whimpers and moans emitting from you as you were getting off to his moans as well. Everything about this was so lewd, so filthy and you both enjoyed it.

"Ah, fuck. If only you could see what I see. Goddamn," Michael grunted as he fisted his tip faster.

You were already gushing around your fingers as you kept hitting your g-spot. It came to his mind that it was his words; his dirty talk that writhes you closer to an orgasm, pulsing around your fingers. You were so close to losing yourself and so was he; it's bewildering to him you both cum quickly at the same time.

"Oh, baby. Fuck— it's so good," you say breathlessly. "Tell me about your dirty fantasies of me from work. You imagine me distracting you to the point you take it all out on me?"

"Fuck yes," Michael growled deeply, fisting harder that his breathing kept hitching.

"You imagine me— oh, fuck— You imagine having quickies with me at your workplace? Bending me over just to fuck me hard?"

"Shit— yes, yes, yes," he breathed out, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes as he delved into the forbidden fantasy of fucking you right at the prize counter. Imagining his taut grip on his cock as your walls, imagining his strokes as ruthlessly pounding into your pussy. He thrusted his hips into his fist as he was nearing to another orgasm— unbelievably the second one for today.

Fuck you for making me feel this way.

Fuck you for making me act like an animal.

Fuck you. . . I literally wanna fucking fuck you right now.

To his surprise, you came first before he did. Michael watched your thighs shudder for a bit, your other hand tightly gripping your bedsheet, and your back arch further. Your moans were so raw, so beautiful to hear just as always. When your fingers slide out your cunt, he could make out the thin lines of your arousal stretching out. Seeing your fluids dripping onto your thighs and sheets, your cunt pulsing over nothing, and your elated expression sent the whipped man ablaze. He then realized he made a mess of himself, too.

Michael sighs deeply. "You know how submissive I can be for you, darling. But I'd be careful next time when you tell me to take you how I want to take you," he muttered as his high from the orgasm climbed down.

You gave a smirk at him; a playful expression on your face that he read as, Oh? Should I provoke you some more, then? but then brushed it off. As badly as Michael wanted you to linger with him with a million unsaid thoughts, you had to end the call. The obvious reason you left was to get enough sleep for the first day tomorrow. He even prioritized that for you during training so you wouldn't end up sleepless like him.

Aside that— no matter how many times he'll jerk off to you while pretending to act oblivious at work, the temporary satisfaction from this would still not fulfill him as it used to be.

The only way to fill his void for now is to be closer with you.

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © . do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works outside tumblr.

[ichayalovesyou]

This is my carefully curated playlist based on Tumblr's favorite Mafia movie, Goncharov! It is arranged into story order but you can enjoy it on shuffle as well! Normally I color code which songs are about who, but this time around I wanted to leave it up to interpretation, although I think you might be able to tell who my favorite character is lol!

Winter In Naples

“You Need The Fear of God Put Back Into You Goncharov”

Taikatalvi by Nightwish from Imaginaerum • Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall from Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum • Birds With Broken Wings by Ben Caplan from Birds With Broken Wings • Istanbul by They Might Be Giants from Flood • The Cat Came Back by The Laurie Berkner Band from Laurie Berkner’s Favorite Kid Songs • Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz from Gorillaz • Champagne Taste by Eartha Kitt from Totally Crazy • Amar y Vivir by Carlos Rivera from Mexicano • Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco from Death of a Bachelor • Farewell Wanderlust by The Amazing Devil from The Horror and the Wild • Time is Running Out by Muse from Absolution • Aha! by Imogen Heap from Ellipse • Modern Day Cain by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME from Modern Day Cain

The Ball

“Your Husband Is As Tasteless As His Counterfeit ‘Boots’, Dear Sister”

Vampire by People In Planes from Beyond the Horizon • Don’t Mess With Me by temposhark from The Invisible Line • There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet by Panic! At The Disco from A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out • Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps by Daniel Boaventura & Carlos Rivera from Your Song • Careless Whisper by George Michael from Ladies & Gentlemen The Best of George Michael • Real Men by Mitski from Lush • As The World Falls Down by David Bowie from Labyrinth • I’m A Funny Dame by Eartha Kitt from The Essential Eartha Kitt • Sin un Amor by Carlos Rivera from Mexicano • Bad Romance by Lady Gaga from The Fame Monster • Señor Amante by Kika Edgar from Señor Amante • Take Me To Church by Hozier from Hozier • Disarm by The Civil Wars from The Civil Wars • Femme Fatale by Coyote Kid from The Skeleton Man • Monkeys Uptown by Iron & Wine from Kiss Each Other Clean

Two Cigarettes, One Flame

“A Perfect Pearl Need Only Circumstance, No?”

Pretty Little Head by Eliza Rickman from O, You Sinners • Runs In The Family by Amanda Palmer from Who Killed Amanda Palmer? • 551 by Dessa from Castor the Twin • Wife by Mitski from Lush • The Bed Song by Amanda Palmer from Piano Is Evil • The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives from Coyote Stories • Evening On the Ground (Lilith’s Song) by Iron & Wine from Woman King • Better Love by Hozier from Better Love • Arms of A Thief by Iron & Wine from Around the Well • Where Evil Grows by The Poppy Family, Terry & Susan Jacks from A Good Thing Lost: 1968-1973 • Eric by Mitski from Lush • Angie by Bert Jansch from Bert Jansch • I Want To Be Evil by Eartha Kitt from That Bad Eartha • Don’t Get My Hopes Up by S.J. Tucker from Mischief • You Made Me the Thief of Your Heart by Sinéad O’Connor from So Far: The Best of Sinéad O’Conner • Dulce Mal by The Chamanas from Dulce Mal • Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun by Get Scared from Built For Blame, Laced With Shame

The Clock

“How Can Time Be Still, And Still Running Out?”

Blindness by Metric from Fantasies • Come Away To The Water by Maroon 5 & Rozzi from The Hunger Games: Songs of District 12 And Beyond • Era Escuro by Faun from Luna • Fly Me to The Moon by Melodicka Bros. from Fly Me to the Moon (Space Rock) • Glass Heart Hymn by Paper Route from The Peace of Wild Things • Where Butterflies Never Die by Broken Iris from The Eyes of Tomorrow • I Hope Your World Is Kind by Auri from Auri • Ballad of Jeremiah Peacekeeper by Poets of the Fall from Temple Of Thought • Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons from Babel • Dirt And Roses by Rise Against from Avengers Assemble • Marked Man by Mieka Pauley from The Science of Making Choices • If I Had A Heart by Fever Ray from Fever Ray • I Think I Smell A Rat by The White Stripes from White Blood Cells • Paranoid Android by Radiohead from OK Computer • Cool by Ansel Elgort & Mike Faist from West Side Story • That’s My Boy by Vast from Turquoise & Crimson

Ambrosia, The Blood of The Gods

“I’m Gonna Kill That Mario!”

Familia by Nicki Minaj, Angel AA & Bantu from Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse • Onward & Upward by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie from Gloria Regali • The Horror and The Wild by The Amazing Devil from The Horror and the Wild • Breaking the Law by Judas Priest from British Steel • I’m Always Walking as Somebody Else from American Murder Song from Murder Ballads of 1816: The Year Without A Summer • The House Of The Dead by NADA5150 & Mr.Kitty from The House Of The Dead • Adore Me by StarKid Productions from Black Friday • Kill My Friends by gP. from Kill My Friends • 7 Rings by ChuggaBoom from 7 Rings • Heavy Rain by Youth Man from New Moons Vol.1 • Loki by The Mechanisms from The Bifrost Incident • Warflower by The Mayan Factor from In Lake Ch’ • Dead Butterflies by Architects from Meteor • Man or a Monster by Sam Tinnesz & Zayde Wolf from Man or a Monster • The Weeping Song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds from The Good Son

The Bridge

“If We Really Were In Love You Wouldn’t Have Missed”

What Love Can Heartbreak Allow by Ben Caplan from Old Stock • The Wolf by PHILDEL from The Disappearance of the Girl • Animal Impulses by IAMX from The Unified Field • Don’t Make Me by MALINDA from Don’t Make Me • Shout by Tears for Fears from Songs From The Big Chair • Don’t Call Me Angel by Ariana Grander, Miley Cyrus & Lana Del Rey from Charlie’s Angels • Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless from Going to Hell • Castle by Halsey from BADLANDS • Mineshaft 2 by Dessa from Castor, the Twin • Die Anywhere Else by Julia Henderson & Lorenzo de Sequera from Dusk • A Death by an Unkindness from 4 Songs • Despedida by Antonio Pinto & Shakira from Love In The Time of Cholera • Daughter of the Sea by Sharm & Alison M. Sparrow from Daughter of The Sea • Jane Doe by Hail The Sun from Wake • Bag of Bones by Mitski from Lush • Girl Into Devil (I Belong to Me) by S.J. Tucker from Stolen Season

The Train

“We Could Burn It All Down”

Panacea For The Poison by Flobots from Survivor Story • Here Come the Ravens by Aviators from Dystopian Fiction • All Night Long by Peter Murphy from Love Hysteria • A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers from The Trick To Life • The Deep by PHILDEL from Wave Your Flags • Irish Hour by Saint Sister from Where I Should End • There Is Still Time by Lorn from The Maze to Nowhere • Happy by Mitski from Puberty 2 • Burned Out by dodie from Human • Where To Begin by Adam Watts from When a Heart Wakes Up • Hungry Like the Wolf by Hidden Citizens & Tim Halperin from Reawakenings • Dark Matter by Les Friction from Dark Matter • I Found by Amber Run from 5AM • The Hearse (Stripped) by Matt Maeson from Bank On The Funeral • The Wolf in Your Darkest Room by Matthew Mayfield from Recoil • The Devil Wears A Suit by Kate Miller-Heidke from Nightflight • Sinking Ship by CAKE from Sinking Ship • Lessons by SOHN from Tremors • Black Sun by Death Cab for Cutie from Black Sun • Die Today by The Txlips Band & Guitar Gabby from Queens of A New Age • Blood Moon by Saint Sister from Madrid • Cinder and Smoke by Iron & Wine from Our Endless Numbered Days • Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine from Lungs

The Apple

“Tell Them I’m Sorry, For I Have No Sorrow Left to Give”

The Wanting Comes In Waves/Repaid by The Decemberists from Hazards of Love • Conversations at the End of the World by Kishi Bashi from String Quartet Live • My Way by Chase Holfelder from Major to Minor Vol.2 • We Are Your Nightmares by Cast of Nevermore from Nevermore: The Imaginary Life & Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe • Oh Death by Noah Gunderson from Saints & Liars • The Coldest Goodbye by Mary Kate Wiles from Spies Are Forever • Cathedrals by Jump. Little Children from Magazine • Carry Me Out by Mitski from Bury Me At Makeout Creek • Ghosts With Heartbeats by Plastic Patina from Ghosts With Heartbeats • Blood by My Chemical Romance from The Black Parade

“The film is gone, the only proof thereof Upon a boot, a tag mark’d Goncharov...”

Quotes from the movie Goncharov (1973) provided through art by: @theshitpostcalligrapher @when-sanpape-arts @inthefallofasparrow @not-the-blue @cloudmancy

[thewayuarent]

Can I hear your thoughts about Sand/Boeing potentially getting together? I’m so so scared they would do it and also I don’t understand why Sand would fall for it? Seems very out of character for him

Hello, thanks for asking. I didn’t have that much thoughts about it cause I’m still thinking about everything happened in ep 10, but I’ll try my best.

The first thing is: while I’m totally competent in separating actors from characters, that’s definitely my weak spot. I need my First and Mond scene, I’m not joking. I don’t care how, when or where, I’m eat this ship up and be happy. So I’m not totally objective with this one.

Honestly, I don’t think that what worries people - I may be wrong with you, anon, then I’m sorry - is SandBoeing getting back together. I think what worries people is the possibility of Sand having sex with someone who is not Ray. And my question is: why? Now let’s talk about possible scenarios I can come up with.

Scenario 1: SandRay are on a bad terms when Boeing makes his move. If that’s the case, than Sand can totally fall into this shit. It’s questionable for me why he would chose his ex who left him for other guy, but we don’t know how SandBoeing were as a couple and maybe Sand has still some feelings left and in a moment of weakness and with right words (and Boeing is very good with his words) he can fall for it without thinking twice. They’ll have sex, Sand will decide it was a mistake, they’ll move on, it’s all cool.

Scenario 2: SandRay are together as a monogamous couple and totally happy. Than this scene will last like for 15 seconds: Sand will be like “No thanks bro, I have my rich hot mentally unstable man and it’s the whole package, 10/10, don’t need you”. And than I’ll get my FirstMond in a flashback.

Scenario 3: SandRay are in a good terms but still playing their stupid game of “We’re friends who constantly have sex and totally in love with each other but we’re not in a relationship”. Sounds like them tbh. In this scenario, why is it out of character for Sand to sleep with Boeing? It’s not like he promised Ray anything and it’s not like Sand has that “purity culture” mentality to start with. He is young sexually active guy who is very much into casual sex, it was clear since the beginning. It may be something about him having enough self-respect to sleep with his ex, but like, he’s not always good with self-respect thing when feelings are on a picture.

Boeing says in preview something like “I know you’re seeing someone” - but I, for example, didn’t know that. I know that Sand and Ray are in love with each other and have sex with each other, and says cheesy stuff like “I’ll be addicted to you for the rest of my life full-time” but nothing implies that they are boyfriends. Or that they are exclusive. Nothing in this show implies they are exclusive to be clear.

We know they have sex constantly since episode 2, but we don’t know if they have sex with other people. We just assume that cause for most people monogamy is way more comfortable.

We know Ray doesn’t like to see Sand with other people, but it’s less about sex and more about fear that Sand will move on from him. It’s about “I want to be you first choice”, it’s about “I want you to be always with me”, not about “You can’t fuck other people sometimes”. We know that Sand was jealous of RayMew thing, but not because of sex, but because of Ray loving someone else. Top and Mew have this monogamy problem, Nick had this problem with Boston, but Sand and Ray never were about that. Their relationship conflicts are not based of just sleeping with someone else, not once.

So them being monogamous is an assumption based on the idea of one true way of romantic love. But it’s not like that. Them sleeping with other people doesn’t make their love to each other lesser. It’s not about that at all.

And we all know Sand and Boeing whatever it’s gonna be is not about them being in a relationship again. They won’t, it’s no time for that in two episodes. So the worst case scenario is that they will have sex. And what’s that scary about it? Sand won’t betray Ray doing that based on any scenario except second one (and again if that’s the case than no SandBoeing). Ray may be hurt seeing Sand moving on - not having sex with someone, but choosing someone else to love - and it’ll be painful for him, I get it, but we all know Sand won’t move on from him for long. They can’t leave each other alone, they will get back together.

Even if show won’t go for endgame (but I think it will), they’ll end up being alone, not with someone else, there is no chance gmm will risk that much. So, Boeing is an obstacle, nothing more than that.

I don’t know if any of that make you feel better, but that’s my view on the situation. I don’t personally care about the sex stuff that much, but I understand it can be frustrating for a lot of people. And there is nothing to do with that, only try to get over our personal biases. But we don’t know what’s gonna happen and how it will be introduced, so my point is just not to worry about it that much and wait for next episode to see.

[rosze-v]

when spring comes again

pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

synopsis: Your Haru, becomes Sanzu.

tw: breaking up, angst, vulnerable sanzu, bonten sanzu, mention of killing, mention of drugs, mention of liquor, mention of blood, just sad sad sanzu :(

w.c: 0.9k

a/n: Halu! Man my emotions are all over the place and I was listening to an Urban Zakapa song called I don’t love you and I was crying as if I have anyone to not love :”D  actually I was writing for Bokutou but somehow the writing felt weird. I'm still going to post it later. I think I need to start making fluff again cause bro I’m pumping out angst like I’m breaking up with someone. ANYWAY! Women’s rights and choices all the way! Fuck those who say otherwise!!!!

“Do you still love me?”.

“Yes, I do.” You said, yet a string in you tugged painfully, another lie on your tongue. You gently brush his pink bangs to the side, thumb lingering on his scars, gently stroking it. Eyes, a sea of blue and green staring directly into you, feeling as if its peering into your soul. Haruchiyo’s lips tremble, as he clasps your hand that was on his cheek and kisses its palm. His eyes close and open, yet now were filled with tears.

“If you do…, why won’t you say I love you?”.

So, he has caught on. You could only stare into his leaking eyes, another string tugged, very painfully. You gulped, trying to think on why. Do you love him anymore? Not really, but why? That’s the thing, you don’t really know why.

“I'm sorry Haru…”.

“Are you going to leave me?”. You pulled the hand he clasped to your lap as you look down. Wondering on how you’re suppose to answer him.

It was indeed bizarre, when you have realised you stopped loving him. It was sudden, cold and lonely, yet you can’t find it in you to leave him. Haru is a broken person, pieces of his heart litter around his feet and yet half of it is in your hand.

Haru didn’t do anything wrong particularly. It was just you can’t keep up with him as he can’t stay down with you. He’s always so full of life at the wrong things, fighting till his lips bust open, revving up his motorcycle engines on the road and that was when he was younger and a bit more innocent.

Yet now you can’t find even a speck of the innocence in him, not even a petal of the man you used to love. Drugs is a staple for him, he said it boggles up his mind so he doesn’t need to think. Liquor burns his throat every night, just so he can forget about the things he has done. The worst is the blood on his hands, the fact that your once glowing ray of light become this killing machine was devastating.

You thought you could handle him, handle him at his worst, yet the one at their worst is you. When was the last time the both of you have a time of your own, just maybe spending time to go to a café or even watch Netflix together? When was the last time you actually have a good and long conversation with him about his day, your day? Though the worst is the feeling of not being able to stop him from doing all this.

The guilt gnaws into your mind, leaving you trembling and scared at your own thoughts. You have loved Haru all your life yet this is not your love anymore, it’s not Haru anymore.

But nothing hurts more than looking at the glimpses of Haru in the eyes of the man in front of you right now. You could see the eyes, wet from tears that look like Haru. You could feel the tapping of Haru’s finger on your hand, three times, an indication of I love you. With a sob, your shoulder trembles slowly as tears run free on your cheeks.

“ I love you so much Haru… I truly do… but where is my Haru?”. Your hands gripped at his shirt as he sobs, shaking his head gently.

“I'm still here (y/n), please… I'm still here…”.

“No. You’re not Haru anymore. I… I told you to stop… stop before I lose Haru and yet you let it happen.” You pull away from him, standing up to leave when he quickly hugged you from behind, trapping you in his arms, his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but I can’t help it, the drugs, the killing is my life now…”. He spins you around to face him as he gripped your shoulder, a craze look of desperation on his face.

“But I’m still me! I’m still your Haru!”. You look into his eyes again, trying to find any of Haru but it was apparent, he’s gone. You shook your head as you pull away from him.

“If you… if you truly love me, let me go. Let me go and let me live.”

“NO! If you love me, you’ll stay! You promised! I know I’m not who I used to be but there’s nothing I can do about it!”.

“I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!! I… don’t … love you anymore Sanzu.” His eyes widen, completely baffled at your words. Never in a million years he would have thought those words would fall from your lips because he knew how much you love him. In a deeper, darker part of him understand for so long already why you don’t love him anymore, no, it was Sanzu you don’t love anymore.

He understands it so much yet its so hard to let go the only place of love for him. The place where he can return to and feel slightly normal. Yet its unfair to you, to you who remain in love and light to be tainted by the blood red he is.

And so, its okay. He’ll let you leave because he loves you so much, he loves you so much that he’s willing to swim the red all alone. Maybe one day, when Haru comes again, he’ll come for you again, like he did during the spring of your childhood.

[pinkykitten]

“ cool for the summer ”

☆ ── pairing: jj maybank x fem! reader

☆ ── desc: order by @theobxbr jj’s reaction to the reader making a tiktok. it’s the tiktok trend “got your mind on my body and your body on my mind”

You had awoken with a ring to your doorbell. It was a sunny summers day. The sun rays were beaming through the shades, displayed on your face. You hadn’t made up your mind if it was the loud doorbell that woke you up or the light in your room. Either way you groaned as you rolled off the bed.  Now they were knocking.  “Alright, I’m almost to the door.” You shouted as you made your way around the red cups littered around your parents house. It was such a sweet deal having them on vacation. C’mon you couldn’t resist having a party.  You opened the door and were greeted with the cool, surfer blondie. The JJ Maybank. The guy that made you want to become a mermaid and make him your prince. Also a bonus would be having a kingdom under the sea but that’s besides the point.  “Jeesh JJ, who you trying to wake up? The dead?” “I knew you murdered people as your job,” he smirked. His dimples on his tan cheek becoming prominent.  God this boy! He leaned his toned arms against the door frame as he bit his lip, “you do realize it’s 12 in the afternoon right?” You rolled your eyes.  “Also, you got a package.” Your eyes darted to the package. Making sure it wasn’t your BTS keychains and wallets. You wanted to come out of the closet to JJ at a later time. You didn’t want him to think you were here simping for seven members of a sing group that you would give up your left kidney just to touch one of their locks of hair. Yeah, that’s not creepy at all.  Thank God it wasn’t that though. Instead it was swimsuits you purchased a couple days ago. They were the latest in style and just so cute you couldn’t resist choosing them.  “Ooooh fashion nova. Girl, who you tryin to impress?” JJ wiggled his eyebrows as he read the package.  You snatched the package out of his hand. “Nobody but me.” You squealed. “I am so excited for these though.” “Well if you’re excited I’m double excited and need you to do a haul for me. Right this moment.” You playfully hit his chest and fake cried. “But bro I haven’t even shaved.” JJ saluted, “The wilderness must be explored. CACKAW!” You playfully smacked his chest again and laughed, “I was joking you creep. But okay let me show them to you.”

You showed JJ already 3 of them. He was your cheerleader. He was your hype man. He always made you feel sexy and beautiful. You were so happy to have a friend like him. There was only one last swimsuit. You saved the one you were awaiting on the most for last. You were so thrilled to show JJ and your other friends. You were starting to realize why the kook girls were always talking about the website.  Staring in the mirror you pose as you think you look amazing. You feel so confident and are in love with your choice.  You tiptoe outside to see if JJ is still waiting for you. He wasn’t sitting on the couch and you grinned. An idea popping in your head.  “Well since he’s off doing who knows what, I’ll just do something in the meantime.” The dance challenge popped in your head.  You were going to film the tiktok that everyone was doing. You knew you were going to ace it.  Your phone was set up and you pressed play. ‘Got your mind on my body and your body on my mind’ The hand movement you studied from all the hours you watch tiktok. And then was the hips. You rolled them, feeling the rhythm within yourself. Your lips parted as you looked sultry and decadent. You looked like one of the models that the swimsuit was made for you. “Holy shit,” JJ choked on his coke. “Aaaah!” You grabbed your bathrobe and wrapped it around yourself.  “First off, when the hell were you going to tell me you had a tiktok, and second oh my God y/n.” He looked you up and down and breathed a struggled breath. “That swimsuit is...” He was speechless.  You unwrapped the bathrobe. “You like it?” You asked innocently.  JJ ate you up. His eyes taking you all in. “I swear y/n, like,” he gulped. “How are you like even talking to me? Like,” he scratched his head. Spinning you as he held his hand out for you to take. “You need to wear this. You look incredible!” “Aww thanks, babes,” you kissed his cheek. “Can I ask you something though?” You giggled, “yes.” “Before I ask you on a date, can you do that dance again?”

notes: ahhhh im back guys! it feels good! and i love how i come back w one of my fav boys jj. i loved this request bc i love this dance on tiktok and this song like such obx vibes. i hope you guys liked it tho im a little rusty. 

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​​ Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

Collab Masterlist is HERE My Masterlist is HERE Buy me a KoFi if you’re feeling froggy HERE

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme. 

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college. 

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive. 

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation. 

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.” 

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

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You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink. 

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you. 

“You want a drink?” 

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer. 

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

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That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often. 

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him. 

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her. 

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest. 

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

--

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw. 

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?” 

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?” 

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.” 

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface. 

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.” 

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought. 

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles. 

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head. 

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment. 

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.  

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever. 

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life. 

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate. 

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough. 

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter. 

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

[nyaacaron]

I just wanted to say that I love overblot!Ace even though it makes me sad because he's my favorite. ajsksbs I'd love to hear more hcs for him if you're okay with that

Aah thank you so much for this ask!! Of course, I love to talk about my hcs,,, I wasn't sure if you meant more about the whole ob situation/the au, or the actual phantom that is with overblot Ace in the ff, so I'll say a bit about both and I hope I won't come off as too lengthy and random.

Have some hcs about it under the cut :)

Sooo about the whole AU: I just really, really love time loop AUS, because I think they are a good reason to have a character go a bit crazy, as a threat (and a treat). In Ace's case, his UM (Which I friendly refer to as "Knight's of heart trial", or just Knight's trial) allows him to rewind time. Safely and realistically speaking, only of a few hours, but he can go up to around 9 months prior: he can technically rewing earlier than the start of every school year once he gains more control over his magic during the loops, but he quickly found out it's sort of useless.

It's just like when in a game you've already made certain choices so the outcome won't matter; he just doesn't know which "choices" affect the timeline, so he's like "Yea okay let's just go back to the beginning just in case".

Also, he can't really do it before the summer day when he unlocks his UM: yes, he retains his memories and whatever, but his magical ability gets resetted every loop, so he really can't do much (also, it's a spell, so if he die he will just,,, stay dead).

In the fanfiction, Ace had been at that for more than 20 years (he can go all the way back for a grand total of 24 times, like the hours in a clock; after that, his phantom will just take over) and he's just a tired old man lmao.

He really went through all the stages of edgy protagonist, from "We can do this!!!" > "I can do this" > "Actually nvm I hate this I'll just try random stuff" > "God I hate teenagers". So by the end of it all, I think he's like,,, tired but smug elder bro vibe.

In his last loop (which would be the 25th) he makes a pact with his phantom (the clown one I doodle sometime): He will forsake his body to him, but he needs to make sure both Yuu and Deuce can make it past the prologue battle with Grim safely. Phantom!Ace be like "You know they will slay you right lmao or I'll kill them" and OB!Ace like "Do your worst, I trust them".

Shipping wise, since I'm using the fic I wrote as a reference, Ace originally had a small crush on Yuu, that later ended up being a crush on Deuce, that later was just like... strong friendship and a matter of principle to keep em alive.

Some bullet points about my two darling OB!Ace and Phantom!Ace (as in, the Over Blotting Ace of the fanfic, and the Phantom looking Ace of the fanfic.):

Canon!Ace's personality is just like OB!Ace's at the beginning of the fanfic, maybe a little bit more snarky because Phantom is affecting him more, even if he has no idea or memories beside some very unsettling dreams

OB!Ace is definitely very tired TM and his one ray of hope is Lilia: he and Malleus can sort of get that something isn't right about Ace, but can't quite put their finger on what; having said that, he can share old man time with Lilia and they just sound like 60 years old or smthn. Everyone is puzzled.

Despite everything, he still hasn't managed to get a passing grade in Crewel's march exam.

He really dislikes Scarabia's chapter, because he doesn't get to be there (he figured out early in his runs that it will lead to a bad outcome, so it's better to stay put and out of the way); also, he loves to create mayhem during VDC. Has more likely made Vil overblot by himself around two or three times.

Spent a whole run ditching school and living his merry way travelling and learning new stuff and new spells, the most useful is one that allows him to look like a grown up.

Phantom likes Riddle, mostly because he loves his crying face. He isn't really bad per sè, he's like a jester type character that likes to cause problems on purpose. He isn't too fond of Azul, somehow, and of Octavinelle in general.

The two sometimes play chess together, but they both suck very very much at it, and anyway it's just like playing against yourself.

OB!Ace holds a certain dislike towards Sebek (I am writing something about it, too), but it's just how a 20+ yo may dislike a youngster being loud on a train.

If I were to name Phantom as an oc, his name would be Jolly (cause joker cards are called jolly in italian, and as a pun with him being very happy go lucky in a messed up way)

I hope this has been fun and not too long!! :D Feel free to ask for more, I'm always happy to talk about my aus uwu